"So what do you want to do?"

The soul of the other world thought for a while, "Let's do it step by step, starting with the crow...... No, I want to study the ingredients of the secret potion first--it's terrible, it controls nearly 100,000 people......" It sighed almost cringe, expressing awe at the number, 100,000 people, not 100,000 grains of sand, it remembered that in its plane, slavery had lasted from BC to the eighteenth century, and most of the content related to it was very vague, but a small story, or perhaps a real event, made it memorable- Not far from it, when a man of justice and courage killed a slave owner, unshackled the slaves, told them that they were already free men, and urged them out of the shack with great joy, the slaves did not move, and then a slave came out and asked hesitantly, "So, sir, what about our master?"

"Your master?" said the man, "I have already killed you." ”

The slaves were taken aback, but instead of being as grateful to him as the man had hoped, they rushed up and beat him to death because the man had killed their master.

If Cremar had a slight mistake, his results would probably not be better than that man's, the cruel system on the side islands has been enforced not for ten or a hundred years, but for nearly a thousand years, and a small polyp accumulation can form a considerable island for a thousand years, let alone a human with only a few decades of life. There was a constant flow of new slaves on the side islands, but more often than not, it was the humans who had been slaves for generations, and they were accustomed to this kind of life, and Dada called them cattle and horses, and they were like cows and horses without complaint - they were slaves when they were still in their mother's womb, they left their mothers when they did not need to be suckled, and they fashioned themselves as "good" slaves under the supervision of their "bridle wives" and daughters. They were not allowed to be taught anything other than farming, their eyes could only look at the ground, and if the mischievous and restless child dared to raise his head privately, the dependents of the "bridle head" would whip them in the eyes with a thin woollen whip, so that they would not cause irreparable injuries (do not forget that this was the property of their masters), but would also cause deep pain - of course. They didn't bother to think about it, and if there were one or two clever children who were out of place, they would report it to the "bridle head", and the "bridle head" would report it to the eunuch, who had the right to throw these foals into the stone mill in advance, so as not to cause more waves in their thoughts.

The tame children are soon put into labor until they have the ability to reproduce, and they are happy during this time, because cattle and horses also need fodder. Teenage slaves have access to beet scraps, nutritious foods and elixirs that will give them strong muscles and strong bones in an instant - and a desire to "bridle their heads" Under the management of childbearing, men were allowed to spend only five years with female slaves, and female slaves were allowed to have their ninth child, and after they were no longer allowed to give birth, the beet residues in the feed disappeared and were replaced by more secret medicines and palm leaves, and the wonderful thing was that even after eating food that could not be called food at all. They still have an inexhaustible strength to work day and night. Until it suddenly fell - like the last rays of light cast by the setting sun on the sea, dazzling but fleeting.

The elixir dulled their minds, unable to memorize too many things, unable to comprehend too profound words, only a few simple words and whips, whistles to get them moving, and nothing else. Even if they were to throw them alive into the huge stone mill, they would only weep and moo, and they would not even be able to resist or escape.

"More than a hundred thousand," said Kerryburn, "you seem to have forgotten what is beyond the side island." ”

"The side islands are enough for me. Cremar said it knew. Maybe it will only save 10,000 or fewer people in the end, and in the Dragonfire Islands, slaves are consumables, and those who use secret potions on them will not spare their lives - almost all slaves here only live to be thirty years old, "bridle heads" Slightly longer, because they ingest less secret medicine, and the eunuchs around the lord and the lord's son are longer, if they are lucky, they can live as long as their masters, just like the great eunuchs around the lord of the eastern crown, and the eunuchs of the brothers of the lord of the eastern crown are a little unlucky, when their masters die or become slaves, they are waiting for them to become "skillful hands" and "cattle and horses".

Here may also be a separate list of female slaves around the master, because their life span is sometimes shorter than that of "cattle and horses", their masters will often wantonly cruel these feathered birds when they are happy, or when they are angry, there are many female slaves who died only eleven or twelve years old or younger, not to mention that in order to live better, they will also fight each other, and the female slaves who can live to be retired to the "skillful hands" can be said to be very few, just look at Dada in the "skillful hands" It took a lot of effort to find a female slave who was temporarily serving her new master.

"It's going to be a tough and long battle. Ranger said.

"It doesn't matter," said the otherworldly spirit, "that time means nothing to us. ”

When he said this, he suddenly paused, and Kerry looked at him curiously, sometimes you can read a lot from Cremar's face, like an open book, like now, Cremar is blinking in frustration, as if he said something that should not be said.

Kerry Ben thought back to the conversation just now, was there a sentence about time? He really didn't understand the meaning of the young spellcaster just now, because the life of a half-elf is certainly longer than that of a human, but it is only two hundred and fifty years to three hundred years, which is only a moment compared to the life of an elf that is almost eternal, but he immediately thought that for a human being, such a life is enough to be enviable, Cremar's mentor is a human, and his father may also be a human, and he is only twenty years old now, maybe he thinks that more than two hundred years is a long time, so he will say so.

- Idiot, said the former undead. But thank you for your stupidity, he didn't doubt you.

――......

- Of course, if we get caught, you can count backwards on your fingers.

――What do you think of my thoughts?

- What? Are you going to be the Savior? Mr. Harry Potter?

- The slaves on the side island are my property, muttered the soul of the other world. So it's all my business that I'm willing to use them for fun, and besides, what do you see in my memory, why do you know about Harry Potter?

- You are much greater than the little green-eyed black cat, and he has saved four or five thousand people, and he is a village. And you, do you think you're going to face only a hundred thousand slaves, no, my dearest fool, you're going to face the entire Dragonfire Islands!

-- I'm not going to be in the newspaper -- aren't you interested in this secret medicine?

- A very common elixir, the lich shouted angrily.

――Do you know what it's made of?

-- A little bit of it -- When the former immortal was still a living person, there was a mineral in his father's mineral deposits that was one of the important ingredients of this secret medicine, a small shiny stone, the same color as realgar. It needs to be crushed into powder, because of the high demand for this secret potion, most of the warlock's apprentices have done this boring job.

But I'm not going to do it for you, says the lich, and you're pushing us into a dangerous abyss.

――But have you ever thought about it......

――What?

Are you atoning for your sins, dear?! Why do you see you secretly looking for death every time you wake up?!Is it hard to do a good deed?!Is it difficult!!Is it difficult?!Is it difficult!!

- Shut up!

- I didn't say anything.

- I think I reminded you, the lich said, in the sea of knowledge. Your thoughts are completely transparent to me - do you know you were just ranting loudly?!

――...... Hoarse?

- Don't play dumb, I know you did it on purpose.

-- That's not the point. The question is your attitude, do you really want to achieve eternal fulfillment with me?

――...... Try it, the souls of the other world are helpless to say, you may be able to get some benefits from it.

- Tell me, then, what did you do on the first stretch from the White Tower to Gray Ridge?

――......

Is that your sincerity?

- Trust me, for you. It's better to keep it a secret forever.

The gold-leafed bow of the ship glittered in the starlight, and Drake lay on the foredeck with his hands behind his head, gazing at the navy blue sky.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the magic galaxy. Drake said.

The crimson silk robe brushed against his cheek, and the hard and sharp tip of the Mithril shoe touched Drake's cheek, "How did I not know when you became a spellcaster?"

"I really can't see. Drake admitted, "But there was a spellcaster who said the sky was beautiful that night, even though I didn't know he was a spellcaster at the time." ”

"He?" said the red-robed warlock, "I thought it should be her, given how obsessed our Captain Drake is." ”

"If there is a man who makes you connect and lose two boats, and the sailors on board, you will miss him too. ”

"Looks like an old friend," said the warlock, leaning down and extending her soft light brown arm to the owner of the Golden Lady, "and that is the target of our expedition?"

"Part," Drake stood up with the help of the Warlock, and then he gently pulled the Red-robed Warlock into his arms with a kind of hospitality that would not be tiresome: " My dearest Ryette, our main targets are Birdwin, the king-killer, and Leona, both of whom have high bounties, as well as Flor the priest Memmy and the thief Glenn, the thief Glenn takes precedence, because he killed the new Norman king's illegitimate son, and now the sad father is willing to give a bounty no less than that of Baldwin in exchange for this bastard, and as for the elven ranger Kerryben, you know, he has a good father, the gods are above, and I love these fathers so much, I think we can ask for a shipload of Mithril, and maybe snow honey and pure gold。 ”

"What about the spellcaster?"

"My personal bounty, beautiful Ryette, my most powerful love, I remember that you liked that red tourmaline very much, take him, give him to me alive, and that tourmaline is yours. ”

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult," said the red-robed warlock, the de facto owner of the White Tower, "he's a very good spellcaster, maybe not strong enough, but ......" He escaped from Ostahl's grasp, and kept it from him, and now Ostahl is still busy in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and when he comes back to know that a little mage has played him with him, his face must be good-looking, but unfortunately Reyette doesn't have the guts to laugh at one of the strongest warlocks among her siblings, but her intention is to catch Ostahl before he reacts, and then see if she can use this little creature to get some advantage from Ostal , anyway, this is his omission, although not very big, but the admiration and bounty Ostahl received from his "mother" after retrieving the dragon grammar book had already made a dozen of his blood relatives jealous, and if he showed the slightest flaw, they would swarm him and tear him to shreds.

"No one is better than you. Drake said. "It's like no one can be more beautiful than you. ”

"Your tongue looks like it has been pickled in honey," said Ryette, "but don't let me find any trace of a bee's sting, or I'll cut it off, and marinate it in garlic and vinegar for a day and a night, and drink it with blood-red wine." ”

"Every part of my body belongs to you. Drake said sweetly, "Good man, take it and marinate it in coarse salt or in grape vinegar." ”

Ryette smiled contemptuously and mercilessly pushed Drake's face away, "I hope you didn't say that to the Sea Devil, she'll be serious, Drake." ”

She could be said to have happily watched Drake's face turn pale and then iron blue, the days spent on the Sea Devil were a humiliation that Drake would never forget in this life, if it weren't for Ryitt, a powerful red-robed warlock, a helper he was satisfied with and finally invited, he would have tied her under the keel of the Golden Lady and dragged her from the Dragonfire Islands to the Azores, until she was left with only Sensen's bones, but he couldn't do anything now, he wanted to make a smile, but even without a mirror, he knew that his face was distorted。

"Don't ......"

He wanted to say something more, but Ryette had already walked away, and the reason why she had promised Drake was only to get Ostal in the grip, not to serve the human.

"By the way," Ryette turned suddenly, "look at me, dear." ”

A touching smile appeared on Drake's face: "Ryitt ......"

When it was too late for him to perceive the warlock's malice, a blinding white light struck his eyes, and the owner of the Golden Lady let out a wail and fell to his knees on the deck, and his sailors rushed to help him.

"It's just a lesson," Ryette said, "and the magic galaxy is not something for mortals to blaspheme. (To be continued.) )